But Brian died a long time ago.
On the first day he was thrown into the mountains, he was eaten by wolves.
To frame Brian, Shirley acted with someone, and now she even came abroad to find me.
Feeling absurd, I was about to call the police to report them for trespassing.
"Joanna!" James suddenly knocked the phone out of my hand and angrily said, "Do you still want to protect your father now?"
I dropped my hands, feeling helpless. "He is dead. You killed him."
"Shut up!" With a gloomy face, James said sternly, "Stop acting. Shirley is suffering from severe depression because of Brian."
He pulled Shirley's hand, revealing the marks of wrist slitting, which looked shocking.
I couldn't help but sneer, "You slit your wrists to make your acting more convincing, right?"
"I'm not acting." Shirley's eyes were red and swollen, looking pitiful. "Your father is torturing me and driving me crazy. I don't know what's the point of living. I want to die..."
James hugged her and comforted her. Then he looked at me angrily. "The fact that you and Brian went abroad is the best proof. You are afraid of being caught."
Shirley, who was in James' arms, showed a smug smile.